"You!"
"Yes, I; have I not the right to send couriers?"
"Yes; but, in Heaven's name, tell me what order your courier carried."
"An order for their execution."
"And he is gone?"
Dubois took out his watch.
"Two hours ago," said he.
"Wretch!"
"Ah, monseigneur! always big words. Every man to his trade, save M. de Chanlay, if you like; he is your son-in-law; as for me, I save you."
"Yes; but I know De Chanlay. He will arrive before the courier."